I'm BAHCK. Sorry, I would've uploaded sooner, but I was still holding out so I could upload HAWOM too, but I gave up on that because I'm pretty sure no one cares if I update that period, soooo, I'll just do it whenever… BFT comes first for now~. Onto Replies!

KC: FJBGHBGLIREDUE! THANK. But honestly Scott gets worse…. lol

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Dean couldn't keep his eyes from flicking black for a second in shock as the french doors were slammed open with a great deal of force. Dean calmed down only enough to force his eyes back to normal, with the help of Cas' hand finding his, as one of the younger werewolves dragged the older guy, Peter, from the house.

"Scott, calm down, you're not gonna kill him…" Dean suddenly heard a young man's voice assure with dull amusement, as who Dean assumed was Scott threw Peter harshly onto the pavement of the back patio.

"Really?! Because it kinda feels like I'm gonna kill him!" Scott insisted, yelling with a growl in his voice, not bothering to look back at his friend as he followed them out of the house. Dean only did so out of curiosity, not having seen the young man (Stiles, if his memory served) up close since he'd accidentally shot at him the previous morning. When he did, he jumped so much in shock, he bumped into Cas beside him.

"Holy fucking shit!" Dean exclaimed in a shocked whisper as saw the true form of the second most horrific demon he'd ever seen, past the apparent vessel. Cas evidently couldn't see what he was seeing.

"Dean, what's wrong?" Cas asked, looking between him and the boy Dean was now gaping at. The kid, if he even was a kid, looked over at them, and though he didn't react at all to the attention, Dean felt a pit form in his stomach, suddenly all too aware that whatever this kid was, or whatever was in him, it knew that Dean knew it was there. Dean was all too thankful when Stiles' attention was pulled away by the continued commotion.

"If anyone wants to help me out here, that'd be great!" Peter shouted to the rest of their pack. Scott roared angrily at him in response, as if outraged he dare ask for assistance, but Stiles grabbed him and held him firmly in place by his arm.

"What'd he do now?" The big angry guy from before, the alpha they had assumed, named Derek, asked, now calmly sipping out of a coffee mug. Apparently more than used to this kind of thing, if his nonchalant tone was anything to go by. Stiles rolled his eyes, blase attitude suddenly unnerving with what Dean knew now.

"Me. We were making out in the bathroom. It was great. Scott walked in on us. Less great." Derek nodded as Stiles explained to everyone what had happened. Dean tried to find it in him to lament that he couldn't enjoy all the drama through his fight or flight response which was currently stuck on "freeze". No one seemed to notice or care as Crowley made his way over to the three of them anxiously.

"I'm not stopping him then." Derek said casually.

"I! Am! Your! UNCLE!" Peter scolded Derek unbelievingly. 'Oh My God, He was his uncle!' he thought in the tone of 'they were roommates'. Not helpful, brain.

"Yeah, and you tried to fuck my ex. Have fun."

"Oh, shit." Sam muttered under his breath, apparently having a grand old time not worrying about seeing demon children.

"You have ZERO RIGHT to complain about me fucking your exes!" Peter said with a hiss. Even Dean managed to be taken aback by that one. This was more fucked up than a Jerry Springer episode.

"Well, if Scott wants to fight me when he's done with you, then I completely endorse you not helping me."

"Oh, now that would be fun…" Stiles laughed. "Anyone wanna start a betting pool?"

"Genuinely worried about my life here!" Peter insisted, subtly trying to scurry away from the teenaged boy still glaring at him. Scott made to follow after him but Stiles still held him firmly in place. If Dean didn't know what he did, he probably would've questioned how the kid was doing that.

"Okay, okay. No one's hurting anyone, that's final." The kid said with a sigh. "Scott." Stiles gave a tug on Scott's arm, but Scott still didn't budge from where he stood, red eyes glaring down at Peter. Wait, was this kid the alpha? Could there be more than one? "Scott, come on, put the claws away... there's been enough violence today, hasn't there?" Scott's eyes stopped glowing, but he still stared the older wolf down. "Please." Stiles said quietly, and Scott seemed to relax and step back, though with an angry huff. "Thank you." Dean was so confused at this point. Who was this kid, why the hell did he have some abominable demon in him, and what kind of demon would say something like that? He apparently wasn't hiding his confusion well, because he managed to pull Sam's attention away from the continued bickering.

"Dean, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost…"

"Not exactly…" Dean said, finally finding his voice as Crowley got over to them. "Do you wanna tell them, or should I? 'Cause I'm not buying for a second you don't have something to do with that." Dean whispered amongst the 4 of them, though he doubted it'd stop most of their current company from hearing.

"I'm not going to claim not to, but can we please have this conversation inside?" Cas didn't seem happy about it and Dean certainly felt the same, as he assumed Sam did too, but Dean figured it made enough sense that it wasn't something Crowley would want to talk about around prying ears, and it seemed the others thought the same because all three of them followed him into the house.